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Lorenzo’s gaze returned to Dennis Gordon. Giovanni was now beside him, shaking his hand with a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Words were exchanged, gestures made. Dennis’s shoulders shifted in a subtle shrug of surprise before Giovanni placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and began guiding him out of the ballroom.Lorenzo’s expression didn’t change, but a single thought laced with unease snaked its way into his mind. Was Giovanni leading Gordon somewhere to extract information?Or was he warning the journalist and trying to help him escape?Lorenzo watched until the two men disappeared beyond the double doors, swallowed by the shadows of the corridor. A slow, deliberate breath left his chest, though the muscles in his jaw were still tight.One way or another, he was going to find out.---------------In the family room, Ivy sat slumped on the plush velvet couch, the faint hum of music from the ballroom seeping through the closed double doors.The room was dim, lit only by a

Hours later, long after the party had finally ended, Ivy stirred as soon as she felt the bed dip beside her. She blinked sleepily, turning onto her side just as Lorenzo settled in, his hair still damp from the shower.“You’re back,” she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”“Late,” Lorenzo replied softly. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering against her skin. “You should keep sleeping.”Ivy opened her eyes a little wider, propping herself up on an elbow. “How did it go with Dennis?”Lorenzo adjusted his pillow and slid an arm around her waist. “It’s handled,” he said simply. “He’s been put in his place and won’t be bothering us anymore.”Ivy searched his face for a moment, but his expression gave nothing away. “You’re sure?”“Positive,” he answered, brushing his lips against her temple before drawing her closer. “Don’t worry about him.”He let out a long breath and reached down, his hand resting gently over her belly. Ivy closed her eye

Ivy headed to the guest quarters immediately, eager to leave her concerns about the FBI behind. She knocked lightly on the guest room door.“Come in!” Evelyn’s bright voice floated through the wood.Ivy pushed the door open and peeked in. Evelyn was sitting up in bed, the breakfast tray on her lap already pushed aside onto the nightstand. She was fluffing her pillows with a contented look on her face.“Well, look at you,” Ivy teased, leaning against the doorframe. “I just came to make sure you were still breathing.”Evelyn burst into laughter. “Oh, honey, I’m breathing just fine. But if I keep living like this, I might never go back to my old life!”Ivy chuckled and walked over. “Why am I not surprised? You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”“Enjoying myself?” Evelyn repeated, her eyes sparkling. “Ivy, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun in my entire life. That party last night? My feet are still sore from dancing. And don’t get me started on these maids fussing over me, bringin

“Giovanni,” Ivy said politely, though her grip tightened on the railing. “I didn’t hear you coming.”He smiled faintly and said, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just on my way to check on some paperwork in the study.”Ivy nodded and started to turn, but he spoke again.“You looked… content out there with your mother,” he said smoothly. “Family is important.”“Yes, it is,” Ivy replied, her tone even.Giovanni’s gaze dropped briefly to her rounded belly, then back up to her face.“A son is everything in this family,” he said softly, his voice calm but deliberate. “One day, all of this could be his, if he’s strong enough to carry it.”Ivy felt a chill ripple down her spine. She straightened her shoulders.“He will be,” she said, matching his calm tone.Giovanni studied her for a moment, his expression blank. “I hope so,” he said. “It’s a heavy burden for anyone, let alone a child.” He paused, leaning slightly against the banister, and added, “But he’ll have you to guide him. And Lo

While Ivy and Lorenzo basked in the heat of their love for each other, Isabella was lounging in bed in her villa in Milan, pawing through the pages of a glossy tabloid magazine.The villa was cavernous in the late-night quiet, the kind of silence that made every turn of a page sound louder than it should. The massive bed she lay on was dressed in luxurious white linen that felt cold against her skin.Despite the plush throw pillows, the silken sheets, and the comfort money could buy, Isabella still felt that bone-deep chill of solitude. The kind that no blanket could warm.Six pages of the magazine had been dedicated to displaying flattering photos of Lorenzo and Ivy at their recent fundraising luncheon. The event had been lavish enough to dominate Italian society pages for weeks, and even now, she couldn’t pick up a publication without seeing her brother’s face splashed across it.Even though Isabella hated keeping up with her heartless brother and his ever-annoying wife, she couldn’